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Big Clock
When the big clock at the train station stopped,
the leaves kept falling,
the trains kept running,
my mother’s hair kept growing longer and blacker,
and my father’s body kept filling up with time.
I can’t see the year on the station’s calendar.
We slept under the stopped hands of the clock
2021
Adore
(adore, verb from Latin, adorare,
from ad- 'to' + orare- 'speak, call pray')
You lie asleep beside me,
one hand on the pillow and cupped
at your mouth, as if to tell a secret.
2018
Folding a Five-Cornered Star So the Corners Meet
This sadness I feel tonight is not my sadness.
Maybe it’s my father’s.
For having never been prized by his father.
For having never profited by his son.
This loneliness is Nobody’s.
2018